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SOJJTOSTER; 

Containing  the  Songs  as  sung  by 

e  Christy,  Campbell,  PiereeV  Minstrels, 
and  Sable  ;Brotb:erS;        ;     ;  :- 


NEW  YORK: 
PUBLISHED  BY  WILLIAM  H.  MURPHY,  384  PEARL  STREET. 


BY     G>     N.     CHRISTY. 


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CHRISTY'S 

ilium 


Containing  the  Songs  as  sung  by 

ie  Christy,  Campbell,  Pierce's-  Minstrels, 
and  Sable  Brothers. 


NEW  YORK: 

PUBLISHED  BY  WILLIAM  H.  MURPHY,  384  PEARL  STREET. 


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POPULAR    SON'GS.  ft 


YOUNG  CLEM  BROWN. 

As  sung  by  Christy's  Celebrated  Band  of  Minstrels. 

Oh  !  when  I  were  a  little  nig,  I  workey  in  the 

fields, 
And  used  to  hoe  the  cotton  with  the  pretty  Lucy 

Neal; 
But   massa  sell   Mis3  Lucy,  and  he   buy  Clem 

Brown, 
Kase  he  know  that   Clem   work  harder  on  the 

old  cotton  ground. 

Oh  young  Clem  Brown, 
Oh  young  Clem  Brown. 
We  used   to  work  with  him  till   the   sun  went 

down. 

'Twas  dar  he  saw  the  nigga  gal,  and  feel  the  bo 
som  flame, 
He  nebber  sleep  another  night,  till  he  habknow 

her  name  ; 
Oh  !  Clem  he  was  de  handsome  youf,  so  strong 

in  every  limb, 
And  he   call'd  me  lubly  funny,  lease  I   laff  and 

talk  wid  him. 

Oh  young  Clera  Brown,  &c. 
One  day  he  say  he  marry  me,   but  massa  cross 

wid  he, 
And  watch  us  like  de  crow  do  de  possum  in  de 

tree  ; 
But  berry  late  one  ebonin'  our  rnassa  sick  and 

die, 
I  guess   he  die  wid   ague  fits,  that  Clem  could 

marry  I.  Oh  young  Clem  Brown,  &c. 


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POPULAR    SONGS. 


We  leabe  de  ole  Carlina  state,  and  trabble  to  de 

Norf. 
But  Glem  he  leabe   de  bed  and  board,  and  den 

he  trabble  off; 
He  leabe  no  darlin   Clems  behind  to  strike  de 

heal  and  toe, 
But  leabe  the  young  and  blooming  wife,  to  weep 

the  bitter  wo. 

Oh  young  Clem  Brown,  &c. 

' — 49061= — 

THE  COLORED  FANCY  BALL. 

As  Sung  by  Christy's  Minstrels* 

Oh  what  enchanting  pleasure  on  the  light  bom 
bastic  toe, 

To  dance  the  Polka  measure,  and  thro'  the  waltz 
to  go, 

'Specially  wid  de  Wenus,  who  does  your  heart 
enthral, 

What  soft  things  passed  between  us,  at  the  col 
ored  fancy  ball. 

Come  you  gemmen  now  be  quiet, 

The  ball  is  about  to  begin, 
If  you  kick  up  a  noise  or  a  riot, 

It  will  cause  you  a  kick  on  the  shin ; 
Take  your  places,  and  mind  that  your  heel», 

Do  not  cause  the  fair  ladies  a  fall, 
Or  the  vengeance  of  all  you  will  feel, 


POPULAR   SONGS.  73 

At  this  colored  fancy  ball ; 
Now  the  music  softly  sounds, 

Now  dark  eyes  are  glancing, 
Chassez  across,  and  promenade, 

Oh  the  joys  of  dancing  ! 
Now  is  the  time  to  whisper  soft  things, 

Sighs  as  if  you'd  expire, 
And  swear  by  that  little  brack  boy  dat  has  wingt, 

And  say  dat  your  heart  am  on  fire. 

Oh  what  enchanting,  &c. 

Observe  that  lubly  Jenne  with  a  luxriant  head 

of  wool, 

I  know  more  about  her  than  you  know, 
Yes  more  dan  by  a  jug  full, 
Look  at  her  toe  and    heel  it,  as  she  balances  to 

de  crowd, 

And  that  coloured  gent  seems  to  feel  it, 
For  no  gobbler  was  ever  more  proud, 
See  he  offers  a  glass  of  ice  cream, 

With  a  new  silver  spoon  stuck  in  it, 
But  no,  I  surely  must  dream, 

For  by  golly  its  gone  in  a  minnit, 
For  she  knows  that  ice  cream  is  no  sham, 

Cause  she  make  it  herself  every  day, 
And  that  colored  beau  totes  it  round, 
For  I  seed  him  last  night  in  Broadway. 

See  dat  nigga  dare  in  the  blue  satin  vest, 
With  his  heels  sticken  out  a  feet  sir, 
Cutting  such  capers,  and  doing  such  things, 
That  charms  every  gal  that  he  meets  sir. 


74 


POPULAR    SONGS. 


Such  a  nigga  as  dat  has  no  right  at  de  ball, 

Let  us  tell  him  to  be  off; 
0s  was  sent  to  Sing  Sing,  and  came  out  last  fall, 

For  picking  up  things  on  de  wharf. 

For  now  he  takes  his  pleasure  on,   on  the 

light  bombastic  toe. 
To  dance  the  polka  measure,  and  thro'  the 

waltz  to  go, 
Especially  wid  de  Wenus,  who  does  your 

heart  enthral. 
What  so(t  things  passed  between  us,  at  the 

coloured  fancy  ball. 


POPULAR    SOXGS.  75 

WALK  IN  JOlT 
As  sung  by  Christy's  celebrated  Bund  of  Minstrel*. 

Sheep's  meat  is  too  good  for  colored  people, 

Sheep's  meat  is  too  good  for  niggers ; 

When  I  went  into  the  house,  no  one  there  ex 
cept  the  mouse, 

SItten  by   de   fire  place,   dare  was  a  rat  eatin 

grease.     Banjo  Symphony. — Walk  in  Joe. 

Walk  in  Joe. 

Walk  in  Joe,  now  I'll  be  your  friend  John, 

A  long  way  to  go,  and  no  money  for  to  spend.  ' 

Black  my  boots  in  de  kitchen, 

Seventy-five  cents  to  the  quarter, 

Black  em  wid  ole  Day  &  Martin,  make  em  shine 
and  dat  for  sartin, 

Massa  sue  me  for  de  treason,  'kase  he  couldn't 
dats  de  reason. 

Banjo  Symphony. — Walk  in  Joe, 
Walk  in  Jo*. 

Walk  in  Joe,  now  I'll  be  your  friend  John, 

A  long  way  to  go,  and  aint  got  a  red  cent. 

De  ole  gray  cat  loved  de  honey, 

De  ole  gray  cat  loved  de  honey, 

He  loved  de  honey  mighty  well,  he  eat  so  much 
he  'gan  to  swell, 

And  in  de  honey  pot  he  fell,  he  couldn't  get  out 
it's  strange  to  tell. 

Banjo  symphony. — Walk  in  Joe, 
Walk  in  Joe, 

Walk  in  Joe,  now  I'll  be  your  friend  John, 

A  long  way  <to  go,  and  aint  got  a  Picayune. 


76  POPULAR    SONGS 


RAIL  ROAD  TRABBELER. 
As  sung  by  Christy's  celebrated  Band  of  Minstrels. 

Oh  de  steamboat, 

Oh  de  steamboat, 

Oh  de  steamboat  makes  a  mighty  splutter. 

And  when  the  biler  bursts  it  lands  in  de  water, 
Rail  Road  trabble's  gettin  all  de  go, 
*Kase  the   hoss  boat  and  steam  boat  goes  so 
mighty  alow 

Oh  de  hoss  boat, 

Oh  de  hoss  boat, 

De  hoss  boat  can  trabble  if  the  weddur  wet  or  dry 

And  noffin  can  stop  you  it'  de  old  hoss  die. 

Rail  road  trabbel,  &c. 

Oh  de  mail  coach, 

Oh  de  mail  coach, 

Oh  de  mail  coach  is  good  to  cure  de  gout, 

It  will  rattle  off  your  buttons,  and  turn  you  in 
side  out.  Rail  road,  &c. 

Oh  de  telimagraph, 

Oh  de  telimagraph, 

De  telimagraph's  good  for  to  transport  the  light- 
nen, 

Or  to  git  the  news  from  Mexico,  when  the  Yan 
kees  is  a  iitin.  Rail  road,  &c. 

Oh  de  bullgemirim, 

Oh  de  bullgemirim, 

De  bullgine  go  so  fast,  dey  trabbel  out  of  sight, 

An  de  only  way  you  get  to  eat,  is  to  stop  and 
take  z.  bite.  Rail  road,  &c 


POPULAR    SONGS.  77 

VIRGINIA  JUBA. 

As  sung  by  Christy's  celebrated  Band  of  Minstrels. 
Ruberii  the  cinnamon,  seed  the  Billy  hop  in  just 

in  time, 

Juba  dis,  Juba  dat,  round  the  kittle  possum  fat, 
A-hoop  a- hoy,  a-hoop   a- hoy,   double   step  for 

Juberii, 

Sandy  crab,  de  macreli,  ham  and  half  a  pint  of 
Juba, 

Want  to  borrow  two  or  three  eggs,  a  picayune 

a  dozen, 
Stir  about  the  hominy   hot,  the  pig  is   in  the 

cellar; 
Neighbor,  neighbor,  lend  me  your  ax,  lend  you 

mine  to-morrow, 
I  keeps  de  axe  to  use  myself,  who'll  turn    the 

grindstone. 

Forty  pound  of  candle  grease,  sittin  on  de  man 
tle  piece, 

Don't  you  see  ole  Granny  Grace,  she  look  so 
ugly  in  face : 

Yankee  Doodle  come  to  town,  claim  Maria  for 
his  own, 

Git  up  dar,  you  little  nigger,  can't  you  pat  for 
Juba. 

Up  the  wall  down  the  'tition,  gib  me  a  knife 

sharp  as  sickle, 
To  cut  that!  nigga's  wizen  pipe,  that  eat  up  all 

the  sassengers ; 


78  POPULAR    SONGS. 


Apple  jack  with   venison  sauce,  sitten  by  the 

fire  place, 
One  eye  up  to  the  dinner  pot,  and  t'other  up  the 

stove  pipe. 
Make  the  fire   most  too  hot,  fetch    along  the 

waterin  pot, 
Bake  the  breab,  gib  me  the  crust,  shock  de  corn 

gib  me  de  husk, 
Bile  de  beef,  gib  me  de  bone,  gib  me  a  kick  and 

send  me  home  ; 
Peel  de  tater,  gib  me  de  skin,  and  daf  s  de  way 

she  suck  me  in. 

Shadruck  and  Abednigo,  don't  care  whether  I 

hit  him  or  no. 
Eighteen  ponce  and  peck  of  corn,  milk  de  cow 

wid  de  crumple  horn  ; 
Gib  me  a    quart,  gib  me  some,  I'm  gettin  a 

pitcher  full, 
Stay  back,  stay  back,  bucket  full  John. 


POPULAR   SONGS.  79 


WE  LIVE  ON  DE  BANKS  OB  DE  OHIO. 

We  live  on  de  banks  ob  de  Ohio, 

Tralala,  tralala, 

Whar  de  mighty  waters  do  rapidly  flow, 
And  de  steamboat  streak  it  along. 
We  live  on  de  bank  ob  de  Ohio, 

Ohio,  Ohio, 

We  lib  on  de  banks  ob  de  Ohio, 
Ohio,  Ohio. 

Droop  not  darkies  as  we  go, 

Tra  la  la,  tra  la  la. 
Back  to  de  banks  ob  de  Ohio, 

To  raise  de  'bacco  and  corn,  &c. 

We  live  on  de  banks  ob  de  Ohio. 

a  fery  short  time  we  all  must  go, 

Tralala,  tralala. 
I'o  de  sweet  land  ob  de  Ohio, 

Whar  de  niggers  and  gals  do  dwell,  &e. 
We  live  on  de  banks  ob  de  Ohio. 

Old  Massa  to  us  darkies  am  good, 

Tra  la  la,  tra  la  la. 

For  he  gibs  us  our  clothes  and   he  gibs  us  our 
food, 

And  we  merrily  work  for  him,  &c. 
And  w«  lira  on  de  banks  ob  de  Ohio. 


POPULAR    8ONG9. 


OLE  BULL  AND  OLE  DAN  TUCKER 

Ole  Bull  and  Tucker  met  one  day, 

Fire  hundred  dollars  for  to  play, 

De  women  ran  an  de  men  too, 

To  hear  dem  fiddle  up  something  new. 
Loud  de  banjo  talked  away, 
An  beat  Ole  Bull  from  de  Norway, 
We'll  take  de  shine  from  Pagimni, 
We're  de  boys  from  ole  Virgmny 

Ole  Bull  he  made  his  elbow  quiver, 
He  played  a  shake  and  den  a  shiver  ; 
But  when  Dan  Tucker  touched  his  string, 
He'd  make  him  shake  like  a  locust's  wing. 

Loud  de  banjo,  etc 

Now  ole  Bull  he  sweat  an  tug, 
An  his  eye  shine  like  de  lightnm  bug.      , 
Den  played  till  his  eye  stuck  out  quite  hot, 
Like  a  dumplin  in  an  ole  blade 


Bull  put  some  rosin  on  his  bow, 

An*  put  a  little  inside  too, 

Dan  soaked  his  wrist  wid  possum  taller, 

\n  his  music  made  de  sky  turn  yaller. 

Loud  de  banjo,  &c. 

Dey  stop  awhile  to  blow  an  rest,  i 

Ve  people  thought  that  both  was  best, 
but  when  Dan  Tucker  played  dis  tune, 

thought  each  eve  dar  was  a  full  moon. 
Loud  de  bajo,  &c 


POPULAR    SONGS.  91 


De  ole  Bull  drew  up  his  fiddle, 
An  squeeze  him  from  de  toe  to  de  middle, 
He  played  "  Nigara"  rapids  an  all, 
Till  he  sweat  like  dat  same  waterfall. 

Loud  de  banjo,  &c. 

His  music  sounded,  dat  am  a  fact, 

Like  de  quick  march  ob  de  pus-a-cat-a-ract, 

Some  hoisted  umbrellas,  by  Joby, 

An'  gome  folkes  shook  wid  de  waterfoby. 

Loud  de  banjo,  fcc. 

But  ole  Niagara  was  no  use  , 
Dan  Tucker  up  de  banjo  screws, 
An  plays  a  hurrycane  so  true, 
Dat  up  to  de  air  de  tress  all  flew. 

Loud  de  banjo,  &c 

Ole  Bull  he  vanished  from  de  scene, 
As  quick  as  a  nigga's  fork  an  bean, 
Far  he  ride  to  Norway  home  again, 
On  de  air  ob  ole  Dan's  hurrycane. 

Loud  de  banjo,  fee. 


POPULAR    SONG9. 


JIM  CROW'S  RAMBLE. 

Him  went  from  Rome  to  Argos, 

A  short  time  ago, 
Piccaninni  laugh  and  say, 
«'  Here's  Jim  Crow  !  " 

Turn  about  wheel  about, 

And  jump  jist  so, 
Ebery  time  him  weel  about, 
Dey  cry  "  Jim  Crow  !  " 

Him  went  into  de  Park  to  walk, 
Where  pretty  Lady  to  Winne, 

Ask  him  for  to  marry  her, 
And  give  him  half  a  guinea. 

And  den  a  man  was  passing  by, 
So  berry  proud  and  large,  he 

Look  in  my  face  and  say  "  Jim  Crow  " 
Belong  unto  de  clargy  ! 

Some  call  me  a  good  fighting  man, 

But  dat  is  no  disgrace  ; 
All  say  dat  him  by  fighting  got; 

So  blackee  in  de  face  ! 

Coming  through  the  street  at  night, 

Him  run  agin  a  baker  ; 
Him  show  him  card,  asked  to  fight, 

And  call  me  undertaker. 


POPULAR   SONGS.  8* 


Passing  by  de  church  yard  late, 
Like  Guy  wid  box  and  matches, 

Dey  seize  my  coat,  and  cry  aloud, 
"  Here  is  him  body  snatches  !" 

Anoder  man  advance  a  step, 
Him  tought  him  very  cibil, 

Look  in  him  face  and  say,  "Ah  ah  ! 
Dis  maesa  is  de  debil." 

When  at  half  price  to  de  play, 
Where  dey  mistake  my  fellow, 

Dey  say  him  smoder  his  poor  wife, 
And  call  me  black  Otello. 

But  now  him  be  emancipate, 

Him  feel  how  high  him  station, 

Him  get  into  de  parliament, 
And  represent  de  nation. 

Him  go  just  now  where  many  go, 
Where  plenty  of  good  lush  is, 

For  if  dey  look  into  him  face, 
Dey  cannot  see  him  blushes. 

Now  all  will  own  dis  truth  not  found, 

In  comedy  or  farce  is  ; 
A  face  of  copper's  better  far, 

At  any  time,  than  brass  is. 


POPULAR    SCXGS. 


DE  NEW  YORK  NIGGER. 

When  Je  Nigger's  done  at  night  washing;  up  d« 

china, 

Den  he  sally  out  to  go  and  see  Miss  Dinah, 
Wid   hra  Sunday  go-to-meetings  segar    in  his 

mouth  a 
He  care  for  no  white  folk,  neder  should  he  ought 

to, 

His  missy  say  to  him,  I  tell  you  what,  Jiin, 
Tink  you  gwan  now  to  cut  and  come  agin. 

He  walk  to  de  Park,  an'he  hear  such  mity  music, 
A  white  man  he  did  say  enuff  to  make  a  dog  sick, 


POPULAR    SONGS.  85 


He  turn  round  to  see  who  make  de  observation 
An  de  sassy  whites  laugh  like  de  very  nation, 
Jim  was  in  de  fashion,  so  he  got  into  a  passion. 
'Cause  de  damn  white  trach  was  at  hin  alaffin. 
Jim  cut  ahead  an  link  he  never  mind'em, 
White  folks  got  de  manners — he  tink  de  couldn't 

find  'em 

He  walk  a  little  furder  an  tink  he  die  a  laffin, 
To   see    his    Dinah    walkin'wid    Massa    Arfy 

Tappan, 

Ole  Bobolition  Glory,  he  live  an'die  in  story, 
Da  black  man's  friend,  wid  de  black  man's  houra, 

He  gawn  to  de  Bowery  to  see  Rice  actin, 

He  tink  he  act  de  brack  man  much  better  dan 

de  w.hite  'un, 

Only  listen  now,  a  nigga  in  a  opera, 
Rice  wid  a  ball  an'brush  tink  much  properef, 
He  cut  de   pigeon   wing,  an'  bring  he  do  de 

handsome  ting, 
'Vheel  about  and  turn  about,  an'  bring  de  money 

in. 

De  little  house  now,  what  is  called  de  Olympic, 
^Vha  massa  Geo,  Holland  makes  de  people  grin, 
Ching  a  ring,  Pompey  Smash,  an,  ride  upon  a 

rail,  sir, 
De  little  house  coin  de  cash,  while  de  big  one  all 

fail. 

But  I  don,t  like  de  house;  I  wish  it  was  bigger, 
'Cause  dey  neber,  hab  room  to  let  in  de  nigga. 


86  POPULAR    SONGS 


I  wind  it  up  now,  I  link  you  say  'tis  time,  sir, 
You  got  no  reason,  but  you  got  plenty  ob  rhyme, 

sir, 

I'segwan  to  go  away,  but  first  I  leave  behind  me. 
What  ebery  brack  man  wish,  in  dis  happy  land 

ob  liberty  ; 

Here's  success  to  Rice,  to  Dixon,  and  to  Lester, 
May  dey  neber  want  a  friend,  nor  a  hoe-cake  to 

bake,  sir. 

SPOKEN.*— Rice,  Dixon,  an'  Lester,  de  proud 
supporters  ob  be  brack  drama,  may  dey  neber, 
want  de  encouragement  de  greatness  ob  de  sub 
ject  demands 

CAR'LINA. 

An  Original  Song,  now  first  published. 

Down  in  old  Car'lina, 

Oh,  I  lubs  Car'lina  ! 
For  'neath  her  shunny  skies 

My  Molly  dear  was  born  : 
And  dar  I  fus  beheld  her 

Dancing  on  de  lawn, 
As  sprightly  and  as  graceful 

A§  a  lubly  little  fawn, 

Down  in  ole  Car'lina. 

Downe  in  ole  Car'lina  ! 

Oh,  I  lubs  Car'lina  ! 
For  dar's  de  same  green  wood 

W  -air    and 

At  de  closing  ob  de  day 


POPULAR    SONGS. 


Togodder   used  to  hie, 
And  talk  wid  one  another 
Till  de  stars  smile  in  de  sky, 

Down  in  ole  Car'lina. 

Down  in  ole  Car'lina, 

Oh,  I  lubs  Car'lina  ! 
For  dar's  de  ole  log  cabin 

Whar  she  sung  so  sweet  to  me — • 
And  dar's  de  stringles  banjo 

Dat  she  played  so  charmingly — 
And  her  voice  was  soft  and  tuneful 

As  de  bluebird's  in  de  tree. 

Down  in  oM  Car'lina. 

Down  in  ole  Car'lina, 

Oh,  I  lubs  Car'lina  ! 
For  dar's  de  quiet  spot 

Whar  I  laid  my  Molly  dear  ; 
'Twas  in  de  early  spring-time  , 

De  fairest  of  de  year, 
When  de  lubly  birds  and  flowers 

Had  just  began  to  appear. 

Down  in  ole  Car'lina. 

Down  in  ole  Car'lina, 

Oh,  I  lubs  Car'lina  ! 
For  eb'ry  day  I  goes 

Her  grassy  grave  to  see  ; 
And  I  lubs  to  sit  and  'member 

How  kind  she  used  to  be — 
And  I  weeps  when  I  thinks 

She  can  ne'er  return  to  me. 

Down  in  ole  Car'iioa. 


87 


POPULAR   SONGS. 


Down  in  ole  Car'lina, 

Oh,  lubs  Car'lina ! 
For  dar  ole  massa  libs ; 

God  bless  his  old  white  head  ! 
For  he  berry  kind  to  Molly 

When  she  sick  upon  de  bed 
And  he  weep  and  say  he  sorry 

When  I  told  him  she  was  dead. 

Down  in  ole  Car'lina. 

Down  in  ole  Car'lina, 
Oh,  I  lubs  Car'lina  ! 
And  dar  I'll  ebber  lib— 

And  dar  I  hopes  to  die — 
And  dar  beside  my  Molly  dear 

In  rest  I  longs  to  lie — 
For  dis  poor  ole  heart  was  broken 
'When  dey  bore  her  from  my  eye— 
Down  in  ole  Car'lina. 


POPULAR    SONGS. 


DE  OLE  HARE. 
Aa  sung  and  written  by  old  Jim  Carter. 

Ole  hare  what  you  doing  dar, 
Setting  in  de  corner  smoking  pipe, 

Full  dried  cut  tobaco. 
Ole  hare  what  you  doing  dar, 
Setting  in  de  corner  eating  faty  bread, 

Wid  cracklins  in  it. 

I  put  my  dog  on  de  hare  track, 
Run  little  ways  turn  round  back, 

He  fool  de  nigger  dat  time. 
Dolly  eat  ob  wood  chuck  eat  it  in  a  minite, 
Eat  it  so  divlish  quick,  I  had  no  time  to  skin  it, 

I  hadent  time  to  take  de  hair  off. 

De  ole  hare  run  into  de  log, 

Lay  still  says  coon  I  think  I  hear  de  dog, 

He  can't  catch  me  I  know. 
I  give  my  dog  a  leff  bone, 
I  hit  him  on  de  back  he  run  rite  home, 

I  could  hunt  no  more  that  day. 


90  POPULAR    SONGS. 


SUSSA  TEILL 

My  lub  in  old  Vergina  libed, 

A  handsome  yellow  gal ; 
Of  all  the  beauties  she  possessed, 

Forget  'em  I  neber  shall. 
Wid  cole  black  eyes  and  shiney  hair, 

All  round  her  neck  did  steal ; 
She  was  de  pride  of  dis  nigger's  care, 
My  charming  Sussa  Teill. 

Wid  cole  black  eyes,  and  shiney  hair, 

Around  her  neck  would  steal ; 
Wich  early  learn't  dis  heart  to  lub, 
My  pretty  Sussa  Teill. 

When  ebery  day  to  church  I  go, 

Wid  Sussa  by  my  side  ; 
And  when  I  sing,  I  sing  so  sweet, 

Miss  Sussa  opens  her  eyes. 
Wid  cole  black  eyes'  and  shiney  hair, 

All  round  her  neck  did  steal ; 
She  was  de  pride  of  dis  nigger's  care 
My  charming  Sussa  Teill. 

Wid  cole  black  eyes  and  shiney  hair, 

Around  her  neck  would  steal ; 
Wich  early  learn't  dis  heart  to  lub. 
My  pretty  Sussa  Teill. 

I  axed  Sussa  wedder  she  lubed  me, 

She  hugged  and  kissed,  said  she  lub  me  00 
But  I  soon  found  it  was  all  a  sham, 


POPULAR   SONGS. 


For  she  had  another  [beau]  bo. 
Wid  cole  black  eyes  and  shiney  hair, 

Around  her  neck  did  steal ; 
She  was  de  pride  of  dis  nigger's  care, 

My  charming  Sussa  Teill. 
Wid  cole  black  eyes  and  shiney  hair, 

Around  her  neck  would  steal ; 
Wich  early  learn't  dis  heart  to  lub, 

My  pretty  Sussa  Teill. 


— 49eet> — 

THE    HENPECK'D  NIGGA. 

Afore  I  got  married  how  jolly  was  I, 

I  had  nuffin  to  do  but  to  work, 
But  now  I'm  spliced  I  could  set  down  an  cry, 

For  she  uses  me  worse  den  a  Turk. 
She  makes  me   wash  dishes  an  hang  out  de 
clothes, 

An  den  1  mus  sweep  out  de  room, 
An  if  I  but  grumbles  she  flattens  my  nose, 

Or  else  breaks  my  head  wid  de  broom. 
Oh,  dear,  what  a  terrible  life. 
Does  a  poor  darky  lead  what's  got  a  bad  wife. 

Toder  day  she  went  out,  an  she  brought  in  soffit 

tripe, 

An  told  me  to  fry  it  quite  brown, 
T  was  g^voin  to  say  no,  when  she  fotch'd  me' 

wipe; 


92  POPULAR   SONGS. 


I  stagger'd,  den  reel'd  an  fell  down. 
In  my  fall  I  upset  soraefin  under  de  bed ; 

De  noise  made  our  little  child  cry, 
Den  de  monster  she  puil'd  all  de  wool  off  my 

head, 
Kick'd  my — an  she  den  black' d  my  eye. 

Oh,  dear  &c. 

Sometimes  widout  wittles  she  sends  me  to  bed, 

An  if  I  don't  keep  de  child  quiet, 
De  poker  am  sure  to  be  thrown  at  my  head, 

An  she  kicks  up  de  debil's  own  riot. 
I  would't  mind  dat,  but  she  stays  out  at  night, 

I'm  afraid  though  to  say  it  to'  she, 
But  I'll  jus  ax  you  all,  pray,  do  you  tink  it  right, 

For  I'm  sure  our  las  child  an't  like  me. 

Oh,  dear,  &c. 

Now,  I  hope  you  won't  tell  her  wat  I've  told  to 

you, 

Or  she'll  scratch  all  de  skin  of  my  face, 
For  I  know  dat  she'll  wallop  me  well  if  you  do, 

So  pity  dis  poor  nigger's  case. 
An  now  I  mus  go,  for  if  de  child  cries, 

It  would  frighten  me  out  of  my  breath  ; 
For  if  dat  she  hears  it,  she'll  tear  out  my  eyeo, 
Or  perhaps  she  may  choke  me  co  death. 
"  Oh,  dear  pray  pity  de  life 
A  poor  nigger  leads  dat  has  a  bad  wif«. 


POPULAR   SONGS.  93 


OH,  SEA  BASS. 

Twas  Sambo  Sip  the  harrow  man, 

War  bound  along  the  street 
And  long  and  loud  de  fish  he  call, 

To  eb'ry  one  he  meet — 
And  eb'ry  one  dat  hear  de  noise 

Stare  at  he  as  him.  pass 
Because  he  hab  de  loudest  voice 

Dat  bawls  out— Oh  !.  Sea.  Bass.  I 

Oh  !  Shad  and  Flouders  too  he  cry 

An  many  oder  fish, 
And  swear  dey  be  as  fresh  and  good 

As  eber  went  on  dish. 
He  troll'd  he  barrow  near  de  curb, 

And  neber  went  too  fast, 
For  fear  he  loose  he  customer — 

He  ball  out— Oh  !  Sea  Bass. 

An  eb'ry  one  dat  hear  he  voice, 

Tink  he  fish  must  be  good, 
He  customer  at  least  tink  so, 

Because  de'ball  so  loud. 
And  when  a  Catholick  he  spy, 

Dat  lub  to  go  to  Mass, 
On  Friday  as  he  pass  him  by, 

He  bawls  out— Oh  !  Sea  Bass. 

Success  attend  old  Sambo's  bones* 
Whereber  he  do  roam, 


POPULAR    SONGS 


And  may  he  neber  want  a  friend, 
Abroad  nor  yet  at  home, 

And  when  he  die,  if  such  a  ting 
Should  eber  come  to  pass, 

We'll  neber  such  a  noder  get ; 
To  cry  out— Oh  !  Sea  Bass  ! 


MY  SKIFF  IS  BY  THE  SHORE. 

I'm  gwan,  I  gwan  to  see  me  lubly  Dina, 
Down  among  de  swaps  in  old  Carolina  ; 
Happy  den  we'll  be  in  lub  I  say, 
Courting  till  de  broke  ob  de  day, 

Tra,  la,  la,  a,  la,  a,  la,  la,   a,  a,  la,  a,  la,  a,  1*. 

Ny  skiff  is  by  de  shore  dere,  don't  you  see  ? 
And  as  we  paddle  on,  our  song  shall  be — 
My  dearest  Dina,  I  lub  but  de. 
Come,  O,  Dina  come  de  time  don't  waste, 
Come,  0  Dina,  come— make  haste  ; 
Hop  into  de  boat  and  gwan  wid  me 
Unto  de  Nordren  Country. 

Tra,la,la,fcc, 

Now,  0  !  now  we  lib  in  peace  and  pleasure. 
Braking  of  de  boots  I  money  makes, 
I  in  Dina  found  a  precious  treasure, 
She  can  hurry  up  de  cakes. 

Tra,  la,  la,  Sec. 


POFTJXAK    SONGS. 


DO  NOT  GO  WAY,  MY  LADY  LUB. 
Surra  BY  "  See  me  now." 

Dar's  my  gal  her  charms  revealin 

Softly  o'er  me,  lub  am  stealinr 

How  I  treasure  up  her  glances, 

As  how  she  now  so  gaily  dances 

Do  not  go  away  my  lady  lub, 

j  Oh,  do  not  go  way  my  lady  lut>, 

On,  do  not,  go  way,  my  lady  lub, 
But  hark  to  de  banjo  from  above, 

One  smile  from  thee,  my  treasure, 
Put  me  den  in  a  quart  pot  measure, 
Cork  me  tight,  but  kiss  me  fust, 
Do  it  lub,  soon,  or  else  PI  bust. 

Do  not  go  away  awr. 

Talk  about  Blangy  Taliogna, 
Dis  chap  beats  de  grand  piana, 
Augustus,  wid  his  steps  so  light, 
Puts  dem  al'  dar  out  ob  sight. 

Do-  not  go  away,  &c. 

Oh,  I  wish  I  was  a  little  fly, 
I'd  sip  the  moisture  from  her  eye, 
I'd  git  right  down  upon  my  knees, 
JW  mind  I  tell  you,  how  I'd  squeeze. 

Do  not  go  away,  &c, 


v'5 


BELLE  OF  BALTIMORE. 
As  vung  by  Campbell's  Minitr-ciB. 

I've  been  through  Carolina-, 

I've  been  to  Tennisse, 
I've  trabelled  Mississippi, 

For  Massa  st-t  me  free. 
I've  kissed  the  lovely  Creole, 

On  Louisiana  shore,  ! 

But  1  never  found  a  gal  to  match 

De  blooming  Belle  of  Baltimore. 


.  —  Oh,  Boys,  Belle's  a  beauty, 

Eyes  so  bright  and  cheeks  so  sooty, 

No  gal  I  ever  seen  before, 

So,  sweet  as  Belie  of  Baltimore, 

My  Belle  is  tall  and  slender, 

And  sings  so  very  clear, 
You'd  think  she  was  an  o\vlingal«, 

If  or.ce  her  voice  youM  hear. 
I  walked  down  to  her  rabbin.  , 

And  I  rapped  agin  de  door; 
I  went   to  gib  my  dagartype, 

To  my  sweet  Belle  of  Baltimore. 

Oh,  boys,  Belle's  a  beauty  &e. 

I  found  her  by  the  ribcr, 

My  errant  1  did  tell, 
Ses  she,  you  gay  deceiber,  v 

Your  tricks  I  know  too  well, 


POPULAR    SONGS. 


I  seen  you  kiss  another  gal,,.  »na%8j 

The  werry  night  before — 
Wid  dat  she  turned  upon  her  heel, 

And  off  went  Belle  of  Baltimore. 

Oh,  boys,  Eelle'-s  a  beauty,  &c. 

?  wrote  my  lub  a  letter, 

And  scented  it  so  sweet, 
De  musk,  de  clobes,  de  peppermint, 

Stuck  out  about  a  feet 
But  all  my  trouble  was  no  use, 

I  neber  see  her  more — 
For  I  squashed  de  tender  'factions,  O!D 

My  blooming  Belle  of  Baltimore. 

Oh,  boys,  Belle's  a  beauty,  -fcc. 


«i  *-• 


POPTTLAR    8OTXG9. 


EMMA  SNOW. 
Aa  sung  by  Campbell's  Minstrels. 
Way  down  in  Alabama, 

Not  very  long  ago, 
I  knew  a  yaller  charmer, 

And  her  nnme  was  Emma  Snow  * 
Her  eye*  was  bright  as  diamonds, 
And  her  teeth  was  perly  white, 
Dey  glistened  in  de  darkness, 
As  the  stars  do  in  the  night. 
Chorus.— But  that  happy  time  is  over, 
I've  only  grief  and  pain  ; 
For  I  shall  never,  never  see 

My  Emma  d-sar  again. 
We  used  to  go  out  early 
To  hoe  de  sugar  cane, 
The  time  did  pass  so  cherily, 

When  Emma  Snow  was  seen  - 
She  trabled  wid  us  daily, 

And  oft  would  tell  her  name  ; 

And  we  danced  and  sung  so  gaily 

To  the  Banjo's  sweetest  strain. 

But  that  happy  time  is  over, 
Now  that  happy  time  hath  sorrow. 

The  day  is  tnrnerf  to  night ; 
I  lost  my  dearest  Emma, 

By  the  poison  adder's  bite, 
We  miss'd  her  in  the  evening, 

And  we  hunted  far  and  wide, 
And  we  found  her  in  the  meadow*. 
Whar  she  sicken'd  and  she  died. 

But  that  happy  time  is  over,  & 


POPULAR    SONGS.  99 


REVOLUTIONARY  ECHOES, 

«B   <THE   DAYS    OK    SEVKNTy-SIX. 

As  originally  sung  by  the   Sable  Brothers 
Oh,  come  my  boys,  attention  give,  an  a  song  I'll 

sing  to  yo'u, 
Although  the  story  may  be  old,,  the  song  you'll 

say  is  new  ; 

Its  about  de  Revolution  days,  which  de  world 
did  all  admire, 

When  in  de  hearts   ob  patriots  brave,   glowed 
patriotic  fire. 

Fire,  fire,  fire,  fire,  fire,  fire. 
Chorus. — Then,  hui'rah  for  de  days  ob  old, 
Then,  hurrah  lor  de  days  ob  old, 
When  ebery  man  and  woman  too., 
Was  a  hero,  I've  been  told. 

Bar  wag  a  man  among  de  rest,  and  Washington 

was  his  name, 
An  all  de  folks  said  he  was  de  best,  he  had  such 

a  mighty  fame ; 
He  neber  feared  to  face  de  foe,  but  when  oder 

men  would  tire, 

He  wid  his  Continentallers,  would  meet  de  red 
coats'  fire. 

Fire,  fire,  fire,  fire,  fire,  fire. 
<Chfirus — An  a  running  dey  would  go, 
An  a  running  dey  would  go, 
For  dey  thought  dey'd  got  a  little  dos« 
•Ob  de  fire  down  below. 


100  POPULAR    SONGS. 


Bars  a  place  "Down  East,"  called  Bunker  Hilt,, 
whar  de  monument  does  stand, 

Its  de  spot  whar  Massa  Warren  feH,  a   fighting 
for  his  land ; 

De  Yankees  wer*  told,  to  save  dar  shot,  till  de- 
enemy  should  get  nigher,. 

An  when  dey  saw  de  white- ob-  dar  eye,  dey  got 
de  word  to  fire. 

Fixe,.  fire,.fi«,  fire,  fire,  fire-. 

Chorus. — But  dey  could  not  beat  cfe  foe, 
„  Bert  cfey  coui'd-not  beat  de  foe, 

An  many  a  gallant  heart  dat  day,. 
Was  in  d"e  dost  laid  Low. 

But  dar  was   anudder   Jittie  hill*,  what  dey  cal; 
de  Dorchester  Heights, 

Whar  dey  built  a  fort,  and  cannon  sot-,  all  in    is 
single  night ; 

When   de   British   General  saw    de  ga«ne»  he- 
thought  he  should  suspire, 

So  he  sent  an  invitation  for  de  Yankees  to   stop* 
dar  fire. 

Fire,  fire,  fire,  fire,  fire>  fire-. 

Chorus. — But  'twas  no  use  a  talking  so, 
It  was  no  use  a  talking  so, 
FordoYankeeshad  fought  a  patent  way 
To  make  cte  red  coats  go. 


POPULAR    SONGS  101 


FAITHLESS  FAN. 

As  sung  by  the  Sable  Brothers. 
Oh  !  brudders,  tell  me  what  she's  gone, 

My  Fanny  dear,  my  Fanny  dear, 
And  why  she's  left  me  ail  alone — 
To  weep  de  bitter,  bitter  tear. 

CHORUS. 
Ofa  -!  cheer  up,  cheer  up,  and  nebber  mind  your 

Fan, 
For  she  has  gone  off  to  de  N-orf  with  annder 

man, 

Den  hoe  away,  hoe  away,  hoe  away  tie  corn, 
For  tho'  it  may  be  dark  at  night,  'tis  brighter 
in  de  morn  •! 

Oh.!  brudders,  can  de  day  be  Wight, 
When  Fanny,  lubly  Fan's  away, 

To  me  the  day  am  only  night, 
I  cannot  work,,  I  cannot  play. 

Oh  I  cheer  up,  &c. 

Oh,  could  I  see  my  Fan  ones  more-, 
And  kiss  dose  lubly  lips  again-, 

F<i  tell  her  how  she  grieved  mo  sore, 
And  broke  my  heart  wid  woe  and  pain  ! 
Oh  I  cheer  up,  &c. 

Ah  1  do  not  mock  me,  brudders  dear, 
Wid  all  your  merry  laft'  and  glee  ; 

But  let  me  weep  de  bitter  tear, 
For  life's  no  bit  ob  use  to  me. 

Oh  ^  cheer  up,  &c. 


102 


POPULAR    SONGS. 


SALLY  WEAVER, 

OB,    -I'M    GWAN    IX>WN   DE    HIBBKB." 

As  I  walked  out  one  summer's  day, 

I  took  my  gun  to  shoot  some  game, 
I  met  a  gal  upon  de  way, 

And  Sally  Weaver  was  her  name, 
Her  eyes  dey  glanced  so  bright  and  clear, 

De  lightning'  bugs  dey  couldn't  shine, 
I  went  and  whispered  in  her  ear, 

"My  lubly  gal,  will  you  be  mine  ?" 

CHORUS. 

Oh  !  I'm  gwan  down  de  ribber, 

My  skiff  is  by  de  shore, 
Oh,  den  farewell,  poor  Sally  Wearer 

I'll  nebber  see  you  more  ' 

I  went  down  to  her  massa's  place, 

To  ax  him  could  she  he  my  wife, 
But  fust  he  slap  me  in  de  face. 

And  den  he  say  he  took  my  life. 
So  Sal  and  me,  we  laid  a  plot, 

To  leave  de  diggins  mighty  soon, 
We  went  and  took  an  ole  flat-boat, 

And  started  by  de  light  de  moon  ! 

Oh  !  I'm  gwan  down,  &c.  &c, 

De  boat  it  leaked,  and  Sal  she  cried, 

For  fear  she  to  de  bottom  go  ; 
She  hugged  up  closely  to  my  side, 


POPULAR   SONGS.  103 


And  wanted  to  be  put  asho  ! 
De  boat  went  down,  and  Sally  too  — 

De  gal  she  swum  jest  like  a  stone  — 
I  reached  de  bank  in  grief  and  woe, 

For  Sally  she  was  dead  and  gone  ! 

Oh  !  I'm  gwan  down,  &c. 


IN  DE  DARKEY'S  LIFE  YOU  READ, 

In  de  darkey's  life  you  may  read, 
De  life  dat  niggers  like  to  lead- 

Through  the  wild  field  we  rove, 
Be  it  moonshine  or  clear, 

For  de  coon  hunt  we  love, 

An'  de  beasts  we  don't  fear  ; 
Sometimes  in  de  holler,  or  in  do  wood, 

All  around  we  creep  an'  stare 
An'  if  he's  not  home,  wait  till  he  cum  ; 

We'll  find  him  out  somewhar. 

'Tis  the  white  hunter's  plan, 

To  track  out  ail  game, 
Dan  ketch  all  he  can, 

An'  we  do  the  same  ; 
We'll  folier  up  and  foller  down, 

An'  each  nig  creep  an'  stare, 
An'  if  he's  not  home,  wait  till  he  cum, 

We'll  find  him  out  somewhar. 


104  POPULAR    SONG''.  ,jj-ff 

I'M  A  KING,  A  KING. 

A  parody    on  "  The  Grave  Digger."    Written  by  P.  P 
Stout  Esq.,  and  sung  by  Mr.  Geo  KunkeL 

I  ghobels  dem  out— I  shobels  dem  in, 

When  de  moon  beams  bright,  mid  de  clouds  so 

dim, 

Delivers  dem  nice  in  dar  homes  you  see, 
Fondly  lub's  to  come  to  a  king  like  me, 
I  shobeb  dem  out  ob  dur  loryely  bed, 
An  lau-ih  as  I  play  wid  de  silent  dead,  ^ 
When  de  tempest  howls  I  shobel  dem  in, 
An  I  lubs  to  list,  for  I'm  a  happy  king. 

De  world  is  my  play  thin?,  I  hab  no  home 
Mono-  dese  piles  ob  my  own  I  lub  to  roam, 
How  sweet  am  de  tones  ob  de  ole  spades  clink, 
As  I  mark  all  around  de  grabes  soft  brink ; 
'  De  moder  I  tops  from  sofa  bed  dar, 
To  put  in  her  stead  her  daughter  fair, 
An  mid  de  ole  curfews  sad,  cheerless  ring, 
I  feel  I'm  a  king— a  happy  king. 

When  de  farder  stands  by  his  daughters  grave, 
When  de  moder  looks  down  dat  yawnin  cave, 
When  de  broder  an  sister  weep  around 
Dis  heart  will  leap  at  de  welcome  sound  ; 
In  de  spring  in    de  summer,  in  de  winters  cold, 
I  shobels  dem  in,  both  young  and  old, 
From  my  furrow'd  brow  my  sweat  I  fling, 
I'm  a  king,  a  king,  a  happy  king. 


POPULAR    SONGS.  1O5 

JULIUS'  BRIDE. 
As  written  and  sung  by  E.  P.  Christy. 

When  I  liv'd   'way  down  in  ole  Virginny, 

f  bought  a  colored  gal  for  a  guinea  ; 

By   de   rollin'   ob  her   eye,  if  you  chance   to 

pass  her  by, 

It  would  cause  your  heart  to  palpitate — gib   up 
de  ghost — an'  die  ! 

CHORTTS. 

Den  I  warn  all  you  darkies  not  to  lub  h«$ 
If  you  do,  she  will  cause  you  to  blu-bber ! 
So  git  out  ob  de  way,  an'*  remember  what  I 

say— 

Ise  gwan  to  marry  her  myself  some  very  fine 
day! 

But  now  she's  gwan  for  to  leave  me  ! 
If  she  does,  she  will  cruelly  deceibe  me! 
But  to  win  her  I  will  try,  by  de  winkin'  ob  de 

eye; 
If  she  don't  consent  to  marry,  I  will  go  away  an* 

cry  ! 

But  I  know  dat  she  will  not  deceibe  me, 
An'  she  is  not  a  goin'  for  to  leabe  me  ; 
So  to^hab  a  little  fun,  for  de  banjo  I  will  run, 
An'  I'll  play  dat  merry  tune—"  Jenny,  get  your 
hoe  cake  done!" 

Den  I  warn  all  you  darkies,  &e. 


POPULAR    S01TGS. 


One  night  when  de  moon  wharbeamin', 
I  lay  fast  asleep  a  dreamin' 
Dat  de  sun  was  shinin'  bright  in  de  middle  ob  de 

An'  de  darkies  had  collected  for  to  hab  a  little 

fight. 

When  I  'woke,  O,  de  banjo  was  soundm  ! 
De  bones  thro'  de  air  was  a  boundin'! 
But  how  pleasant  it  did  seem!  I  was  married— 

in  a  dream  —  .    . 

In  de  floatin'  scow  Virginia,  on  de   Mississippi 
stream  ! 

Den  I  warn  all  you  darkies,  &c. 


GINGER'S  TALE  OF  LUB. 

Written  and  sung  by  Mr.  E.  Deares,  of  the  far  famed 
band   of  Virginia  Serenades. 

De  gimson  weeds  all  blooming  fair 

Dar  fragrance  round  did  fling, 
As  Ginger  lay  at  close  ob  day, 
And  picked  his  banjo  string, 
Clearly  through  dat  field  ob  corn, 

De  supper  horn  did  sound, 
And  de  possom  sweet  he  longed  to  meet, 
Was  sittin  on  de  ground 
For  his  work  was  done  and  his  fun  begun, 

And  his  banjo  loud  was  sounding* 
And  music  fair  floats  in  de  air, 
And  loud  de  tainbo  pounding, 


J>«PUL,AR    SONGS.  107 


At  de  berry  first  snap  of  his  banjo  string, 
Through  de  cotton  field  came  bounding 
His  Rosa  neat  wid  eyes  so  sweet, 

For  she  heard  his' banjo  sounding. 
By  his  side  she  sat  on  de  cypress  log, 

And  listened  to  his  tale  ob  love, 
For  her  Ginger  dear  she  loved  to  hear, 
For  she  was  gentle  as  de  dove. 

For  his  work  was  done  and  his  play  begun, 

And  his  banjo  loud  was  sounding, 
And  music  fair  floats  in  de  air, 
And  loud  the  tambo  pounding. 

Ah  !  Rose,  he  cried  as  his  banjo  rung, 
My  heart  wid  love  for  you  is  busting, 
if  you  will  say  yes,  you  will  me  bless, 

We'll  happy  live,  each  other  trusting, 
Den  Rose  she  raised  her  coal  black  eye," 

And  said,  dear  Ginger  you  may  take  m«t 
For  as  sure  as  dars  angels  in  de  sky, 
I'm  sure  dat  you  will  not  forsake  me. 
For  his  work  was  done  and  his  fun  begun, 

And  his  banjo  loud  was  sounding, 
And  music  fair  floats  in  de  air. 
4    "         And  loud  de  tambo  pounding. 
I 


108  POPULAR  solves. 


SKIDDY,  IDDY,  DI  DO. 
Sung  byLize  and  Jenny  in  the  Glance  at  Phifed* 

Here  we  are  as  yoir  diskiver, 

All  de  way  from  Ote  Tar  river, 

Here  we  come  as  yon  must  know, 

All  ready  for  to  play  on  de  old  banjo. 

Den,  oh  lord  gals,  grb  us  a  chaw  tobacco, 
Oh  lord  gab  fbtch  along  de  whiskey, 
Skiddy  iddy  iddy  rddy  di  dr  di  do, 
My  head  swims  when  I  get  a  little  tipsy. 

Father  Miller  goes  out  preachin, 
About  de  world  a  comin  to  pieces, 
Den  if  you  want  to  do  what's  right, 
Just  go  and  join  de  Millerite. 

Den,  oh  lord  gals,  Ac. 

Forty  horses  in  de  stable, 

Pretty  gals  in  de  wild  goose  nation, 

My  wife's  dead  an  I'm  a  shiner, 

Go  down  to  Johnny's  an  get  my  dinner. 

Den,  oh  lord  gals,  &c. 

Uncle  Pete  and  Aunty  Jess, 

Dey  went  to  buy  a  cider  press, 

De  hoops  flew  off  an  de  hogshead  bust, 

And  dey  heft"  went  up  in  a  thunder  gust. 

Den,  oh  lord  gals,  &r. 


POPULAR    SOWGS. 


109 


De  higher  up  de  monkey  goes, 

De  furder  he  gets  he  shows  his  toes, 

He  peel  de  apple  an  eat  de  skin, 

He  break  my  head  and  crack'  my  shin. 

Den,  oh  lord  gals,  &c. 

I  went  to  a  ball  an  danced  all  nigh-, 
Early  in  de  morning  dey  put  out  the  light, 
One  gai  said  dat  her  shoes  was  tore, 
Dancing  on  de  sandy  floor. 

Den,  oh  lord  gals,  &C. 


DE  POOR  NIGGA  BOY. 

A  Parody  on  the  "  Bowld  Sojer  Boy  "  written  ana  sung 
by  Mr.  E.  Deaves,  ot  the  celebrated  Band  of  Virginia 
gerenaders. 

Oh  dar's  not  a  beast  dat's  cunning, 

Worth  punning, 

Or  running, 

Like  a  coon  dat  hates  de  gunning 

Ob  de  poor  nigga  boy. 
Wedder  up  or  down  he  go 
Sure  he  know  he's  his  foe, 
He  hates  de  heel  or  toe 

Ob  de  poor  niggar  boy. 
Dare's  not  a  woods  he  goes  through. 
Or  ever  pokes  his  nose  through, 
De  coon  he  sees  I  spose  ihrougb 

De  branches  as  he  swing. 


110  POPULAR    SOXGS. 


While  up  de  tree, 
De  coon  you  see, 
He  look  so  shy 
Out  ob  his  eye, 

Oh,  is'nt  he  afraid  ob  de  poor  nigga  boy. 
And  when  he  git  him  out, 
How  he  pout 
Wid  him  snout, 
He  weigh  10  pound  about 

Says  de  poor  nigga  boy. 
Oh  he  cotch  him  by  de  tail, 
On  a  rail, 
For  a  scale, 
Oh  don't  you  give  leg  bail, 

Says  de  poor  nigga  boy 
For  I'll  take  you  on  my  shoulder, 
Before  you  get  much  older, 
And  Dina  will  tink  me  bolder 

Dan  any  ob  de  boys, 
Jist  like  a  cat, 
You'd  like  a  spat, 
I'm  up  to  that, 
I'm  glad  you're  fat, 
You'll  soon  be  in  de  pot, 

Says  de  poor  nigga  boy. 


05 


POPULAR    SONGS.  Ill 


DE  MERRY  SLEIGH  BELLS. 

'Jingle,  jingle,  clar  de  way, 
'Tis  the  merry,  merry,  sleigh, 
Joyfully  we  slide  along, 
Only  listen  to  our  song, 
See  de  ole  hoss  shake  de  bells, 
See  how  he  snorts,  see  how  he  swells, 
See  de  smoke,  see  how  it  goes, 
Jist  like  a  bulljine  from  his  nose. 

:  Jingle,  jingle,  jingle,  jingle,  jingle,  clar 
de  way, 
'Tis  de  merry,  merry,  merry,  merry  merry, 
sleigh.  (Repeat.) 

'Shall  we  go  a  sleighing,a  sleighing.a  sleigh 
ing, 
|  De   light   hoss   shall  pull  us  o'er   de  salt 

plain, 
On  good  whiskey  punch,  cakes  and  sausage 

regaleing, 
Oh  den  we  will  slide  fro  de  snow  slick  and 

well. 
De  trees  ob  de  forrest,  sleigh  runners  shall 

lend  us. 

An  old  oaken  bark,  or  an  old  bark  shell, 
Wid  coon  skins  to   warm  us   and  bells  to 

attend  us. 
Oh  den  we  will  slide  fro  de  show  slick  and 

well. 

Shall  we  &c 


112 


POPULAR  SONG*. 


Jingle,  jingle,  how  she  whirls, 
Ram-jam  full  ob  laughing  girls, 
De  ole  whip  cracks,  de  boys  all  funny. 
"  Hurry  up  dat  peach  and  honey." 
To  de  barn  floor  den  we  go, 
Dare  brake  down  all  in  a  row, 
Till  daylight  we'll  dance  and  sing 
Oh  den  you  hear  de  sleigh  bells  ring, 

Jingle,  jingle,  jingle,  jingle.  &c. 


<v 


UNDER  DE  SHADE  OB  DE  OLD  GUM 

TREE. 
Underr  de  shade  ob  de  old  gum  tree, 

We  happy,  happy,  niggas  rove, 
'We  envy  not  those  darkies  free, 
Our  toil  and  labour's  o'er. 

Sitting  beneath  the  moon's  soft  light, 
Or  in  de  thick  and  luscious  shade, 
Telling-some  tale  wid  fond  delight, 
Ob  a  hansome  Guinea  maid. 
Under  de  shade  ob  de  old  gum  tree. 

Now  when  de  toil  ob  day  am  done, 
We  tink  ob  hearts  dat  am  akein, 
But  our  griefs  will  always  change  to  fun 
When  we  see  de  hoe  cake  bakin, 
De  possom  on  de  fire  roast, 
And  fan  de  gumbo  fixin, 
Ah!  she's  de  darlin  ob  my  heart, 
De  pride  ob  massa's  kitchen, 

Under  de  shade  ob  de  old  gum  tree. 


POPULAR    SOtfGS,  113 


COME  BACK,  STEBEN. 
Good  news,    Steben — good  news  1 
Good  news,  Steben-— good  news  ! 
What  is  em  !  * 

Why,  massa  bought  a  new  wagon— 

Pompey  was  de  driver-*- 
An'  he  run  agin  a  gate-post, 
An'  smash  'em  all  to  nofen  ! 

CHORUS  , 

0  Lord,  ladies  !  don't  you  mind  Steben  i 
Steben  am  so  deceibin',  dat  his  daddy  won't  be- 
lieb  him  ! 

Come  back,  Steben — come  back  ! 
Come  back,  Steben— n^ome  back  ! 

I'm  a  com — 

Oh,  come  back,  Steben  !  for  you  am  de    berrv 

man  what  stole  massa's  blue  coat! 
Now  fotch  back  de  money  ! 

0  Lord,  ladies,  &c. 

Get  out  ob  dat,  you  bones  ! — get  out  ob  dat  ! 
Get  out  ob  dat,  you  bones  ! — get  out  ob  dat  ! 
Oh,  get  outob  dat,  you  bones!— you  am  de  berry 

man  what  stole  masses  sheep-head, 
For  to  make  dem  dar  boners  out  ob  ! 

O  Lord,  ladies.  &c. 

*  To  be  sung  in  imitation  of  the  mew  of  a  cow,  by 
closing  the  mouth  on  the  middle  note,  and  forcing  the 
other  against  the  roof  of  the  mouth , 


114  PCPOLA.R    SO.VOS. 


THE  OLD  PINE  TREE. 

Words  t.y  Charles  White,  and  sung  by  his  Band  of 

Minstrels,  at  the  Melodeon. 
Oh,  darkies  now  I'm  gwine  to  sing, 

De  truth  to  you  I'll  tell, 
Ob  happy  days  dat  I  hab  seen, 

Wid  my  dear  Mancy  Bell. 
O,1  wish  dat  I  was  back  again, 

Way  down  in  Tennisee, 
Wid  my  dear  Nancy  by  my  side, 

Beneath  de  old  pine  tree. 

Chorus.  'Tis  many  a  night  since  first  we  met, 

Beneath  dat  ole  pine  tree, 

An  dar  we  told  our  tales  ob  lub, 

How  happy  we  would  be» 

My  lub  has  left  me  long  ago> 

Whar  she  is,  no  one  can  tell. 
An  I  am  nearly  crazy  now, 

For  my  dear  Nancy  Bell ; 
But  I  dreamt  last  night  when  all  was  still 

Dat  she'd  come  back  to  me, 
An  I  would  yet  see  happy  days, 

Beneath  de  old  pine  tree. 

'Tis  many  a  night,  &c, 

I  quite  forgot  I  war  so  old, 

It  seems  to  me  a  dream, 
Dat  three  score  years  hab  past  an  gone. 

Since  I  was  seventeen. 


115 


But  everything  i.     ,        *i  last, 
An  Nancy's  tri         me, 

An  when  we  die,  oh  let  us  rest, 
Baneath  de  old  pine  tree 


. 
'Tis  many  a  night,  &c. 


DE  'SKEETERS  DO  BITE. 
Oh,  Pompey  dear!  Pompey,  open  your  eyes! 
Oh,  Fanny,  dear  !  Fanny,  open  your  eyes  » 
Oh,  seeder  sight!     I  feels  it  bite  !     Oh! 
O  dear,  dis  is  a  drefful  night, 

For  'skeeters  and  flies 

Beautiful  niggers,  away  !  away  ! 
Crows  go  to  sleep  when  night  comes  on 

Der  'skeeters  do  bite,  de  longer  we  stay  ! 
We'll  take  ourselves  off  'till  de  critters  aregon 
Der  'skeiters  do  bite,  de  longer  we  stay  ' 
Fal  }a,  la,  la,  la,  la,  la,  la,  la,  llv 
Fal  la,  la,  la,  la,  ia>  ia  ia  la  la\ 


118  j>oPUL,Aii  KONC;*. 

WE'LL   ALL     MAKE   A   LAUGH. 

Words  by  Charles  White,  and  sung  by  his  company  of 

Ethiopmn  Minstrels,  at  the  Meloditui  Concert- Room. 

New  York. 

Now,  darkies,  sing  and  play,  and   make  a  little 

fun  : 
We'll  dance  upon  de  green,  and  beat  de  Congo 

drum  ; 
We're  a    happy   set    ob    darkies,   and    we're 

'sembled  here  to  play, 
So   strike   de   bones   and  tamborine,  and  drive 

dull  care  away 

Some  massas  love  dar  darkies  well,  and  gib  'em 

what  dey  want — 
Except   it  is  dar  freedom' — and  dat  I   know  dey 

won't ; 
Howeber,  ube  am    happy,   and  contented   Whar 

we  am, 
As  a  serenading  party,  and  a  scientific  band. 

Dar's  Sam,   and  Joe,   and  Uncle  Ben,  likewise 

my  sister  Sally, 
Wheneber   fun   is  in  the  wind,  de  niggers  dey 

can  rally  ; 

And  if  dancing1  is  de  order,  or  any  other  sport, 
Dose  niggers  am  No   1 —  and   it  aint  no  use  to 

talk 


POPULAR    SONGS',  117 


Old  massa  feeds  us   berry  well,  and  make  us 

work  all  day ; 
But  after  sun  is  set  at  night,  he  lets  us  hab  onr 

way. 
He  often   comes  to  see  our  sports— a  fine  segar 

he  quaffs — 
,Case  de  merriment  ob  niggers  often  makes  him 

laugh. 

Now  its  growin'  late — de  moon  is  down — and 
we'll  be  gettin  home  ; 

So  put  up  de  music,  boys,  and  onward  let  us 
roam. 

We'll  say  "  Farewell  "  to  ebery  friend,  and 
strive  wid  all  our  might, 

To  'semble  here  on  dis  same  spot  again  to 
morrow  night. 

CHORUS : 

Massa  laugh,  wid  a  Ha,  ha,  ha! 

Missus  laugh,  wid  a  He,  he,  he! 

Ned  open  his  mouth,  wid  a  Yah,  yah,  yah! 

Den  we'll  all  make  a  laugh  wid  a  Ha,  ha  ha! 


118  POPULAR    SONGS. 


"I'M  SETTING  ON  DE  RAIL,  DINAH.  " 
As  sung  by  White's  band  of  Minstrel*. 

I'm  setting  on  de  rail,  Dinah, 

Whar  we  sat  side  by  side, 
'Way  down  in  ole  Virginny,  lub 

When  fust  you  war  rny  bride, 
De  corn  was  springing  berry  fast, 

And  de  coon  he  pranced  around  ; 
**h  den  what  happy  days  we  pass'd 

On  ole  Virginny's  ground  ! 


I'm  setting  on  de  rail,  Dinah, 
Whar  we  sat  side  by  side, 

'Way  down  in  ole  Virginny  lub, 
When  fust  you  whar  my  bride. 

How  oft  Ibe  sat  beneaf  de  trees, 

Wid  Dinah  by  my  side, 
To  watch  de  little  'coon  at  play — 

It  whar  my  only  pride  ! 
De  banjo,  too,  for  her  I'd  play, 

While  she  would  dance  around  ; 
An'  dem  eyes  dey  shine  as  bright  ag  day, 

On  ole  Virginny's  ground. 

I'm  setting  on  de  rail,  Dinah,  &c. 


POPULAR    SONGS. 


119 


But.  alas  !  my  Dinah  now  is  dead, 

(De  pride  ob  ole  Virginny  !) 
No  oder  gal  like  her  I'll  find  — 

I  know  dar  is  not  any. 
I'll  set  beneaf  de-  shady  trees, 

And  make  de  banjo  sound  ; 
And  dar  I'll  watch  my  Dinah's  grave, 

On  ole  Virginny's  ground, 

I'm  setting  on  de  rail,  Dinah, 


THE   DINNER  HORN. 

Composed  and  sung  by  Charles  White,  the  famous 
Ethiopian  Delineator. 

At  early  dawn  de  niggers  wakes, 

Puts  on  his  ole  attire, 
An  thro'  de  fields  his  way  he  takes, 

To  labor  for  no  hire. 

Chorus,  }  All  natur  smiles  to  sec  him  grin 
and     >      While  hoeing  ob  de  corn; 
repeat,  j  It?  only  when  he  h^ars  de  sound, 

Ob  datole  dinner  horn, 
De  dinnpr  horn,  de  dinner  horn,  dinner  horn. 

At  noon,  when  no  dark  clouds  obscure 

De  sun  dat  shines  so  hot, 
De  nigger  don  leans  on  his  hoe, 

An  cuss  his  tiresome  lot. 


120  POPULAR    SONGS. 


He  tink  ob  frens  he  luff  behind, 
When  from  dem  he  was  torn  ; 

But  pshaw  —  he  soon  forgets  dem, 

When  he  hears  de  dinner  horn. 

De  dinner  horn,  &c. 

When  ebening  shades  are  coming  on, 

De  sun  sinks  down  de  west  ; 
De  nigger's  toil  will  soon  be  done, 

An  den  he'll  hab  some  rest, 

*Tis  den  he  hears  dem  witchin'  notes 
Dat  on  de   breeze  is  borne, 

From  de  ole  oberseer's  throat 
Fro'  dat  ole  dinner  'horn. 

De  dinner  horn,  Sec. 


LAUGHING    JOE. 

As  snag  by  White's,  Christy's,  and  Ncw-Orlemi 
Serenaders. 

Oh,  come  tcvmy  darkey  home, 

Oh,  come  along  wid  me  ! 
Ya,  ya,  ya,  ya,  ya,  ya,  ya,  ya! 

Oh,  come  along  wid  me, 
For  I'm  a  going  to  marry  ; 
I  will  no  longer  tarry  ! 

Ya,  ya,  ya,  ya,  ya,  ya,  ya,  ya  ! 
Oh,  P  m  a  going  to  marry  ! 


POPULAR   SONGS.  121 


Oh,  come  to  my  darky  home, 
Oh,  come  along  wid  me  ! 

Ya,  ya,  ya,  ya,  ya,  ya,  ya,  ya  ! 
Oh,  come  alone  wid  me, 

Ya,  ya  ! 
Oh,  come  along  wid  me  ! 

My  Sally  she  is  handsome — 

She's  berry  dear  to  me! 
Ya,  ya,  ya,  ya,  ya,  ya,  ya,  ya  ! 

She's  berry  dear  to  me  ! 
Her  bref  is  sweet  as  honey, 
Her  smile  is  bright  and  sunny, 

Ya,  ya,  ya,  ya,  ya,  ya,  ya,  ya, 
Her  bref  is  sweet  as  honey. 

Oh,  come  to  my  darkey  home,  &c. 

And  when  we're  join'd  togedder, 

We'll  make  de  cabin  ring ! 
Ya,  ya,  ya,  ya,  ya,  ya,  ya,  ya, 

We'll  make  de  cabin  ring  ! 
Den  sleep  and  labor  scorning, 
We  won't  go  home  'till  morning 

Ya,  ya,  ya,  ya,  ya,  ya,  ya,  ya, 
We  won't  go  home  'till  morning  ! 

Den  come  to  my  darkey  home,  &c. 


122  POPULAR    SONGS. 


"  DE  OLD  GREY  COON." 

Composed  and    sung  by  Mr    Edwin  Deoves  of  the 
Original  Virginia  Serenaders. 

AIR. —  The  deep  Blue  Sea 

Solo. — See,  darkies  see,  'tis  de  old  Grey  Coon, 
Chorus. — Dar  he    comes  creeping,  from  de 

corn-field  leaping, 

Solo. — De  dogs  from  de  house  will  follow  soon, 
Chorus. — Now   boys   readily   de   coon    flies 
steadily. 

{Now  niggas  away  while  de  coon  we  se* 
We'll  hunt  him  to  dat  old  gum  tree,  t 
How  happy  are  we,  darkies  so  free, 
Chasing  de  coon  to  de  old  gum  tree. 
Chorus. — How  happy  are  we  darkies  so  &fl 

Solo. — Climb  Sambo,  climb  dat  old  gum  tree  ! 
Chorus. — Dont  stand  sleeping,   de  coon   am 

creeping, 

Solo. — Offwid  your  jacket  and  dar  you'l  see, 
Chorus. — Now  boys    lightly,  de   dogs   keep 
quietly, 

f  Dar  goes  Sam  he  am  to  de  nest, 
I  De  critter  he  am  got  dat  deniggars  lore 
Solo.  <  best, 

How  happy  are  we,  darkies  ao  free, 

[Chasing  de  coon  to  de  old  gum  tree. 

Chorus. — How  happy  are  we   niggars  so  &a. 


POPULAR    SONG8.  123 

Solo.—  Now  let's  away  for  de  day  has  dawned. 
Chorus.—  Softly  boys  creeping  de  overseer's 

sleeping  ! 
Solo.  —  De  coon  am  de  beast,  dat  de  niggars  am 

fond, 

Chorus.—VJc   hunt  him   nightly,  while   de 
moon  shines  brightly 
(  Now  darkies  away  forde  coon  now  stoop, 
Solo.  I  Bekase  he  makes  such  first  rate  soup. 
I  How  happy  are  we  darkies  so  free, 
(.  Chasing  de  coon  to  de  old  gum  tree. 
Chorus.  —  How  happy  are  we  niggars  so  &c 


HAVE  A  LITTLE  DANCE 

As  sung  by  H.  Neil  in  White's  Band  of  Serenadew. 
I'll  sing  you  now  dis  good  old  song 

And  then  I'll  sing  another, 
Old  massa's  gwine  dis  arternoon, 

To  call  upon  his  brodder  ; 
Den  wait  a  little  while,  my  boys, 

Till  he  gi>s  out  ob  sight, 
We'll  drop  de  shovel  and  de  hoe, 
Spoken  :  What  for  ? 

To  have  a  little  dance  to-night. 

Chorus:  We'll  have  a  little  dance  to.  night  boys, 
To-night,  boys,  to-night,  boys, 
We'll  have  a  little  dance  to-  night  boys, 
An  dance  by  de  light  ob  de  moon. 


124  POPULAR  *SONGS. 


I  like  de  cambric  handkerchief, 

I  like  de  beaver  hat  ; 
Oh,  hand  me  down  my  high  heel  boots, 

Likewise  my  silk  cravat. 
De  niggers  dey  am  grinning, 

An  dar  teeth  looks  very   white, 
We'll  go  across  de  mountain,  boys, 
Spoken  :  What  for  ? 

To  have  a  little  dance  to-night. 
Chorus  :  We'll  have  a  little  dance  to-night,  &c. 

I  rises  at  de  broke  ob  day, 

To  take  my  morning  walk, 
I  meet  my  lubly  Julian, 

And  dis  de  way  we  talk  ; 
I  says,  "  you  are  my  own  true  love, 

You  are  my  heart's  delight, 
Will  you  go  over  de  riber  dis  evening, 
Spoken  :  What  for  ! 

To  have  a  little  dance  to-night. 
Chorus  :  We'll  have  a  little  dance  to-night,  &c 


I  MUST  GO  TO  RICHMOND. 

Written  and  sung  by  Charles  White. 
De  oder  day  old  Jarsey  Joe, 
Went  out  wid  Sue  de  corn  to  hoe  ; 
But  he  hoed  it  down  wid  de  toe  an  heel, 
Till  de  ground  was  hard,  it  not   would  peel. 


POPULAR    SOttGS. 


Chorus :  I  must  go  to  Richmond, 
I  must  go  to  Richmond* 
I  must  go  to  Richmond,  if  I  can  get  a  chance, 
I  must  go  to  Richmond,  to  see  de  niggers  dance 

1  drove  to  de  mill  to  get  some  meal, 
But  de  mud  suck  in  my  ole  cart  wheel  ! 
Den  my  oxen  down  in  a  horse  track  slip, 
But  I  pull  him  out  wid  a  hickory  whip. 
I  must  go  to  Richmond,  &c» 

Den  come  a  painter  from  de  woods, 
He  began  to  tear  off  my  dry  goods  ; 
Says  I,  massa  wild  puss,  you  my  rail, 
So  I  scratch  out  his  eyes  wid  my  toe  nail. 
I  must  go  to  Richmond,  &c. 

I  rode  to  de  riber,  my  horse  to  swim, 
I  got  brushed  off  wid  a  poplar  limb  ; 
1  hung  to  de  limb,  an  hit  him  such  a  crack, 
Now  he  looks  like  a  camel  wid  a  hump  on  hia 
back. 
I  must  go  to  Richmond,  &c. 

I  went  a  fishing  de  oder  day, 
Into  a  steamboat  down  de  bay ; 
I  jerk  my  line  much  harder  dan  I  oughter. 
An  I  pull  de  steamboat  out  ob  de  water. 
I  must  go  to  Richmond,  &c> 


126 


POPULAR    SOWGS. 


ROSA'S  WEDDING  DAY. 
AB  sung  by  Charles  White. 

Oh,  name  de  spot  and  tell  me  whar, 

That  I  can  find  my  Rosa  dear  , 

She  promised  me  only  last  night, 

To  meet  me  here  when  de  moon  shone  bright. 

Chorus  :  Sing,  sing  away,  its  our  delight 

To  work  by  day,  and  sing  by  night; 

Sing  de  darkies'  favorite  lay, 

For  to-morrow's  Rosa's  wedding-day. 

When  I  was  young  and  in  my  prime, 
There  was  no  darks  could  get  my  time 
To  hoe  de  corn  an  eat  hoe  cake, 
While  Rosa  she  would  pass  de  plate. 

Sing,  sing  away,  &c. 


She  had  a  small  wrist  with  a  very  good  figure, 
Which  charmed  de  heart  ob  dis  ere  nigger  ; 
But  alas  !  alas  !  my  rival  came, 
Ole  Bull  Sam  Johnson  was  his   name. 
Sing,  sing  away,  &c. 

He  took  my  Rosa  by  de  hand, 
An  led  her  down  to  Virginia's  land  ; 
An  when  dey  got  to  de  ole  log  house, 
He  took  my  Rosa  to  be  his  spouse. 

Sing,  sing  away,  &c, 


m 


POPULAR    SONGS. 


127 


JENNY    LANE. 
Composed  by  DICK  WILSON. 

Oh  !  white  folks  listen  to  me,  I'll  sing  to  you  a 

song, 
"Ob  a  gal  dat  in  her  beauty  far  surpass'd  Miss 

Lucy  Long, 
Her  hair  was  shining  black  sara,  and  sparkling 

\vaj  her  eye, 
When   I   first   aavr    dat  lably    face  I  thought 

Fd  die. 

(Chorv,s) — Oh  charming  Jenny  Lane, 

Oh  charming  Jenny  Lane, 
Who's  buried  neath  de  Willow  Tree, 
We'll  ne'er  see  her  again. 

One  ebening  when  de  moonbeams  was  shining 

up  above, 
I  turn  my  face  to  Jenny,  and  I  talk  to  her  ob 

love, 
I  ax  her  would  she  marry  me,  she  blushiugly 

said  yes, 
For  dat,  upon  her   own  sweet  lips,  I  plant  a 

lubly  kiss. 

(Chorus)— Oh  charming  Jenny  Lane, 

Oh  charming  Jenny  Lane, 
Who's  buried  neath  de  Willow  Tree, 
Wt.-'ll  ne'er  sec  h»r  again. 


PDTtTLAR 


For  eeben  years  \ve  happy  live,  we  nebber  feel 

a  pain, 
So  happy  did  we  pas*   crar  lives,  myself  and 

Jenny  Lane ; 
*ut  pleasure  we  can  neber  hab,  widout  tis  mix'd 

wid  pain, 

t   war   my    fate  dat  I   should   lose  my  pretty 
Jenny  Lane. 

(Chorvn')— Oh  charming  Jenny  Lane. 

Oh  charming  Jc-ttny  Lane, 
Who's  buried  neath  de  Willow  Tree, 
We'll  ne'er  see  her  again 

De  lay  her  in  de  cold  ground,  how  sad  it  make 

me  feel, 
De  lay  her  in  de  grave-yard,   longside  ob  Lucy 

Neal  ; 
Oh  pity  me,  good  ladies  ail,  and  grant  dis  prayer 

to  me, 
Dat  when    I'm  dead  and  gone  to  rest,  you'll  lay 

me  neath  dat  tree, 

(Chorirs) — Whar  dey  laid  Jenny  Lane, 

After  dat  she  died  ; 
Neath  de  Weeping  Willow  Tree 
Oil  lay  me  by  her  side. 


POPUX.AR    SONGS.  J29 

NANCY    BLAIR. 
Composed  and  Sung  by  DICK  WJLSOKT. 

0  darkies  come  ami  list  to  me,  a  story  I   wi-13 

tell, 
About  a  charming  culled  gal  I  lub  so  long  and 

well  ; 
She  war  so  tall  and  slender,,  and  so  coal  black 

war  her  hair, 
De  prettyest  gal  in  €tte  Kenluck>  was  charming. 

Nancy  Blair. 

{Chorus) — Oh  charming  Nancy  Blair „ 
Oh  charming  Nancy  Blair, 
De  gal  I  Lufe  so  long  and  well, 
Yet  lub  bat  to  despair. 

We  used  to  work  togedder,  close  by  de  ribber 
side, 

1  always  feel  so  happy,   case   Nancy  war  my 

brkle  ; 
But  massasell  Miss  Nancy,  because  he  tink  she 

steal, 
And  oh  how  berrv  beri'y  bad  it  make  dis  darkia 

feel. 

{Choru*)— Oh  charming  Nancy  Blair, 

Oh  charming  Nancy  Blair, 
De  gal  I  Lub  so  long  and  well* 
Yet  lub- but  to  desoair 


130 


POPULAR    SONGS. 


Miss  Nancy  by  de  ribber  stood,  when  massa  did 

her  sell 
ft  make  her  feel  so  berry  bad,   dat  she  in  de 

ribber  fell ; 
De  Board  ob  Health  come  dar  dat  night,  to  see 

what  caused  her  death, 
And  de  verdict  ob   de  jury  was,  she   died  for 

want  ob  breft" 

{Chorus) — Oh  charming  Nancy  Blair, 

Oh  charming  Natacy  Blair, 
De  gal  I  lub  so  long  and  well, 
Yet  lub  but  to  despair. 


POPULAR    SONGS. 


MARY'S    GRAVE. 
Composed  by  R.  WILSON. 


re  nd  *  loud 

My  Mary  lies  still  wid  de  earth  for  a  pillow 
And  lond   weeping   Pompey  leana  ober  her 


De  lightnings  may  fkslv  and  de  feud  thunders, 
roil, 

r  dem  not'  she  am  f- 

She  ^dead^and  she's  buried,  and  her  beauti- 
Am  up  in  de  clouds,  and-dey  dar  will  remain, 


°Ucnnhod  Me™*  She'8  bUrled'  de  Z 
If  you  list  to  me  darkies,  I'll  tell  you  why  - 

0^"    WhC  ' 


1  So  dark  war  de  heavens,  so  black  war  de  skv 
De  floor  rt  did  open  and  Mary  rose  up  da"  ^ 
,  She  look  in  my  face  and  she  dese  words  did 

Weep,  Pompey,  weep,  for  by  your  jealous  deed9 
My  death  you  have  caused,  but  now  you  ar« 


SONG*. 


GOGGLE    TOM. 


niggas  cannot  come  de  touch, 
When  dey  would  win  de  female  heart, 
Itot  tjogfcte  Tott  was  neher  such, 
bis  nigga  act  de  lubber's  part  ; 
For  his  eye  vtick  out  a  feet  or  so, 
When  he'danc'e  wid  de  colored  lasses  O> 
Vie  strike  wid  (ie  heel,  he  strike  wid  de  toe, 
And  s\vcat  like  a  lump  ob  roasted  snow. 

When  ha  draw  de  hoot  upon  de  shin, 
It  set  as  tight  as  de  white  oak  rind  ; 

\Vhcn  he  put  on  boot  he  grease  de  skin, 
And  turn  up  de  heel  a  foot  behind. 

For  his  eye,  &c. 

When  Gogsfte  Tom  am  passing  hy, 

Den  Dinah  get  behind  de  d>>or, 
Ue  see  through  de  crack  de  shine  ob  her  eye» 

Bekas«  het  heart  am  getting  sore. 

For  his  eve,  &c. 

I3ut  Goggle  Totn  hab  got  a  gal, 

Dat  lib  in  Souf  Carolina  ;Ute, 
H*;r  eye  am  white  as  the  Meeting-house  wall, 

Aatf  her  skin  as  black  as  de  church-yard  gate, 
For  his  eye-,  &.c. 


THONGS.  133 


She  grease  her  face  with  the  possum  fat, 
And  make  her  nose  like  a  bottle  shine ; 

•Go  'way,  nigga  gals,  what  are  you  at  ? 
My  gal  libs  dowh  in  Caroline. 

Fwr  his  eye,  &c. 


BLACK    SAM. 
TUNE — "  Jim  Brown." 

I  lib  down  in  de  holler  whar  de  black  snake  go, 
And  I  "hab  a  wife  dat's  blacker  dan  <5e  crow, 
And  we  roast  de  hoe  cake  when  de  sen's  goin 

down, 

"Case  I  am  de  fattest  nigga  in  d«  town. 
I  go  ketch  de  possum,  an  my  wife  fry  de  fet, 
And  I  chase  de  rackoon  all  round  my  hat. 
'Case  I  am  de  fattest  nigga  dat  eber  you  did 

see, 

And  all  the  gals  of  colour  turn  dar  eye  up  at 
inc. 

When  I  go  to  de  city,  what  de  niggar's  jump, 

Den  I  take  de  banjo  an  I  gib  a  thump, 

And  de  nig^as  gin  to  hop,  wid  a  haw  !  haw  I 

haw  ! 

""Case  I  am  de  gemman  wot  lays  down  de  law ; 
And  de  gals  of  colour  comes  10  the  ball, 
Phillis,  Dinan,  Susannah,  and  all. 

'Case  I  aoa  de  fattest  nigga,  &G. 


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POPULAR    SOWGS. 


I  go  to  church  a  Sunday,  an  my  wife  look  'round 
As  de  oder  ladies  squatted  on  de  sound 
And  she  turn'd  her  lip  up,  case  dey  neber  drew 
Haffso  well  as  Dinah  in  her  Sunday  be.t ; 
fehe  hab  a  Yellor  apron  hanging  down  before, 
And  her  bustle  stick  out  half  a  yard  or  more. 
Case  I  am  de  fatfest  nigga,  &c. 

Once  I  say  to  massa,  whar  de  cane  brake  grow 
I  pay  you  for  my  freedom-  if  you  let  me  go, 
.And  he  tell  dis  nigga  dat  it  neber  can  be? 
Case  dat  no  sum  ob  money  worth  so  much  as  me 

e      JT?  uP  an  holl'ei%  evendi3  tinS  l  "ear, 
stretch  my  red  mouf  across*  from  ear  to 

Case  I  am  de  fattest  nigga,.  &c. 


POPULAR     SONG'S. 


COME,  OH  !  COME  WITH  ME! 

Come,  oh!  come  with  me, 

The  tnoon  fs  beaming, 
Come,  oh  !  come  with  me, 
The  stars  are  gleaming  5 
All  around,  above, 
With  beauty  teeming, 

Moonlight  hours 
Are  meet  for  love. 
Fal  le  lar  le  lar,  fal  lar  lar  lar! 
Fal  le  lar  le  lar,  &c. 

Come,  oh  !  come  with  me, 

The  moon  is  beaming, 
Come,  oh  !  come  with  me, 

The  stars  are  gleaming. 

My  skiff  is  by  the  shore, 

She  is  light  and  free, 
To  ply  the  feathered  oar 

Is  joy  to  me ; 
And  as'  we  glide  along, 

My  song  shall  be, 
My  dearest  maid, 

I  love  but  thee. 

Fal  le  lar  le  lar,  fal  lar  lar  lar ! 
Fal  le  lar  le  lar,  &c. 

Come,  oh  !  come  with  me,  fee. 


POPULAR   SONGS.  37 


LOVE  NOT. 

Love  not !  love  not !  ye  hapless  sons  of  clay, 
Hope's  gayest  wreaths  are  made  of  earthly 

flowers, 

Things  that  are  made  to  fade  and  fall  away, 
Ere  they  have  blossom'd  for  a  few  short  hours. 
Love  not !  love  not ! 

Love  not !  love  not !  the  thing  you  love  may 

die, 

May  perish  from  the  gay  and  gladsome  earth, 
The  silent  stars,  the  blue  and  smiling  sky, 
Beams  on  its  grave,  as  once  upon  its  birth.- 
Lore  not !  love  net ! 

Love  not !  love  not !  the  thing  you  love  may 

change, 

The  rosy  lip  may  cease  to  smile  on  you, 
The  kindly  beaming  eye  grow  cold  and  strange, 
The  heart  still  warmly  beat,  yet  not  be  true. 
Love  not !  love  not ! 

Love  not !  love  not !  oh,  warning  vainly  said, 
In  present  hours,  as  in  years  gone  by, 

Love  flings  a  halo  round  the  dear  one's  head, 
Faultless,  immortal,  till  they  change  or  die. 
Love  not !  love  not! 


Young  Clem  Brown. 

The  Colored  Fancy  Ball. 

Walk  in,  Joe. 

Rail  Road  Trabeler. 

Virginia  Juba. 

We  Live  on  de  Banks  ob  de 

Ohio. 

Ole  Bull  and  Ole  Dan  Tucker. 
Jim  Crow's  Ramble. 
De  New  York  Nigger. 
Car'lina. 
De  Ole  Hare. 
Sussa  Teill. 

The  Henpecked  Nigga. 
Oh,  Sea  Bass. 
My  skiff  is  by  the  shore. 
Do  not  go  away,  my  lady  lub. 
Belle  of  Baltimore. 
Emma  Snow. 
Revolutionary  Echoes. 
Faithless  Fan. 

ally  Weaver. 

n  de  Darkey's  Life  you  read. 
I'm  a  King,  I'm  a  King. 
Julius'  Bride. 


Ginger's  tale  of  Lub. 
Skiddy,  Iddy,  Di  Do. 
De  Poor  Nigga  Boy. 
De  Merry  Sleigh  Bells. 
Under   de  shade   ob  de 

Gum  Tree. 
Come  back,  Steben. 
The  old  Pine  Tree. 
De  'Skeeters  do  bite. 
We'll  all  make  a  Laugh. 
I'm  setting  on  de  rail,  Din 
The  Dinner  Horn. 
Laughing  Joe. 
De  ole  Grey  Coon. 
Have  a  little  Dance. 
I  must  go  to  Richmond. 
Rosa's  Wedding  Day. 
Jenny  Lane. 
Nancy  Blair. 
Mary's  Grave. 
Goggle  Tom. 
Black  Sam. 
Whoop,  Jam-bo-ree. 
Come,  oh  !  come  with  me. 
Love  Not. 


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